In spite of a rather inauspicious start (picture two young boys with a stomach bug spreading joy to the world unto a restaurant table on Christmas Eve) our holiday in Boston was wonderful. Sitting around the fireplace drinking expired Bailey’s (yes, there is a story there that I cannot share) while playing with a new puppy (not mine, because I really am sticking to my three dog limit) set the perfect tone for the season. Since I do not make it home as frequently as I would like (frankly, I’d pop in every weekend if it wasn’t a six hour drive) hanging with my mom and siblings is a true treat.
In many ways my gene pool failed me. My mom is an excellent cook, something I’ve never been accused of. Perfect stuffing. Mouth watering apple pies. She’s got it going on….! My siblings always manage to throw awesome parties during the season. This visit, my brother and sister in law, hosted a post Christmas party that was a perfect way to wrap up our trip. Entertaining others creates a big old pit in my stomach, so I generally avoid it!
Now that I’m home again (my oldest son got sick again in a fast food restaurant on the way home) I’m thinking about the year ahead. Today I am hoping to plunge back into my WIP — which I’m enjoying, despite a current roadblock. (I picked up great inspiration while back in Boston hearing stories about local people I grew up with — it’s amazing to realize that some people live lives more suited to Pine Valley or Port Charles. Seriously, my jaw is still on the table thinking about some of the adventures I heard.)
Hmm, I’m avoiding the whole NEW YEAR resolution list, for now. I hate over committing and under delivering 🙂 But, I have been giving some thought about my writing goals….which may not take the shape I had originally intended. More on that later!